Almost forgot to post this, so much happening it’s hard to remember what day it is… and we’ll have no food specials, in any case, we have an event on Saturday that requires our attention (and kitchen). Regular menu and regular drinks in full effect, of course. Cheers!
“The Hermit”
He stands outside the walls
with a torch. To the courtiers
his light is a novelty; something quaint
flickering like a distant star
amusing, at best, but often
trivial and dismissible. He stands there
in the rain, in the midst of wars
his beard grows long and white
his torch burning night and day.
The empire’s nobles and courtesans
occasionally remark on his perseverance
and almost always mock his passions. But
to us, the homeless peasants
his torch is an oracle
the beacon of survival
during the onslaughts of storm and pillage.
We gather around like moths
warm our eyes on his flames
thanking our goddesses and gods
that he’s here to shed light
on our forgotten lives. O, how
lost we’ll be without him.
–Ali Alizadeh